I thought it would be a good idea to start a thread dedicated to songs with something real to say.

Here's my first pick, pay attention to the lyrics:

You just stood there screamingFearing no one was listening to youThey say the empty can rattles the mostThe sound of your own voice must soothe youHearing only what you want to hearAnd knowing only what you've heardYou, you're smothered in tragedyAnd you're out to save the world

MiseryYou insist that the weight of the worldShould be on your shouldersMiseryThere's much more to life than what you seeMy friend of misery

You still stood there screamingNo one caring about these words you tellMy friend, before your voice is goneOne man's fun is another's hellThese times are sent to try men's soulsBut something's wrong with all you seeYou, you'll take it on all yourselfRemember, misery loves company

MiseryYou insist that the weight of the worldShould be on your shouldersMiseryThere's much more to life than what you seeMy friend of misery

There is still light in the 'Earthly' darkness. Finding light in the darkness can be more satisfying than merely seeing the glaring light of our sun. It gives us a better understanding of light and a deeper understanding of our universe.﻿

When I was younger I thought the world circled around meBut in time I realized I was wrongMy immortal thoughts turned into just dreams of a dead futureIt was a tragic case of my reality

Do you think you're indestructibleAnd no one can touch youWell I think you're disposableAnd it's time you knew the truth...

'Cause it's just one of my lies!Well, it's just one of my liesAnd all I wanted to was get real highWell, it's just one of my lies

Why does my life have to be so small?Yet death is foreverAnd does forever have a life to call its own?Don't give me an answer 'cause youOnly know as much as I knowUnless you're been there onceWell I hardly think so

Do you think you're indestructibleAnd no one can touch youWell I think you're disposableAnd it's time you knew the truth...

'Cause it's just one of my lies!Well, it's just one of my liesAnd all I wanted to was get real highWell, it's just one of my lies

I used to pray all nightBefore I lay myself downMy mother said it was rightHer mother said it too...Why?

I start it, I end it, I kill and words defend itGot big plans, blood stained handsWanna see my name on the map

On my way to save the worldOn my way to save the world

Got a brand new set of words, and the going rate is cheapUnconditional devotion, unquestioning beliefWords carved in stone, chiseled in with sharpened bonesOf the ones who thought my righteousness was something to oppose

I start it, I end it, I kill and words defend itGot big plans, blood stained handsWanna see my name on the map

On my way to save the worldOn my way to save the world

MISSIONARY!!!!!!

Can you see the flag rising up behind the smokeOf dying authors burning books, was a problem what they wroteThe flag is hard to read cause all flags look the sameCovered with the blood of the faithless and insane

I start it, I end it, I kill and words defend itGot big plans, blood stained handsWanna see my name on the map

On my way to save the worldOn my way to save the world

My world, my world

On my way to save the worldOn my way to save the world

Man of many names, but the motivation stays the sameMy actions are a means to the endMy actions are a means to the end

On my way to save the worldOn my way to save the worldOn my way to save the worldOn my way to save the world

Queers, transgends, and lesbians, vegans and vegetariansAll you brownish red and yellow ones come out and join us on the coast

No longer svelte, they gotta punch new holes in the Bible beltThey've blown out the fire under the melting pot, the red blood of America is starting to clotNo compromise, no sight thru others' eyes, they're just flies spreading pieces of shitYou gotta emigrate, stop living in hate, what makes this country great is dwelling on either side

They don't want visitors in JesuslandThey want life bland and canned in the fatherland

We want people with college degrees, drug use experience and STD'sPeople with open-minded philosophies, come hug California treesCultural revolution now, neo-conservatives run outta townWe're gonna burn Orange County down,And then we're off to Riverside, Bakersfield and Fresno too, then we're comin' after you

The fear stricken, born again Christian, they got a vision a homogenized stateTexas textbooks, Bibles, and prayer books,They want them memorized, but don't want you to think

They don't want visitors in JesuslandThey want life bland and canned in the fatherland

Punk Rockers and emo kids, people doin' things the church forbidsBuddhists, agnostics, and atheists we're moving out of jesuslandArt students and thespians, (excluding country) all the musiciansWe want all hookers and comedians, nihilists are welcome too

No longer svelte, they gotta punch new holes in the Bible belt

Though I don't typically like to repeat sources on lists like this, Green Day is too good not to.

Raise your hands now to testifyYour confession will be crucifiedYou're a sacrificial suicideLike a dog that's been sodomizedStand Up! All the white boysSit Down! And the black girlsStand Up! You're the soldiersSit Down! Of the new world

Put your faith in a miracleAnd it's non-denominationalJoin the choir we will be singingIn the church of wishful thinking

There is unrest in the forestThere is trouble with the treesFor the maples want more sunlightAnd the oaks ignore their pleas

The trouble with the maples(And they're quite convinced they're right)They say the oaks are just too loftyAnd they grab up all the lightBut the oaks can't help their feelingsIf they like the way they're madeAnd they wonder why the maplesCan't be happy in their shade

There is trouble in the forestAnd the creatures all have fledAs the maples scream 'Oppression!'And the oaks just shake their heads

So the maples formed a unionAnd demanded equal rights'The oaks are just too greedyWe will make them give us light'Now there's no more oak oppressionFor they passed a noble lawAnd the trees are all kept equalBy hatchet, axe and saw

Why does my life have to be so smallAnd death is foreverAnd does forever have a life to call its own?Don't give me an answer cause you only knowAs much as I knowUnless you've been there onceAnd I hardly think soGreen Day - One of My Lies

I'm sick to the teeth of the news on the screenOf hisbullah scum and jihad the obsceneWhose men plant the bombs and then live feeling freeTo watch women and children be killed on T.V.Which satan delivers a child a death curseIn the name of a worn out collection of verseI've not read the book so I cannot reciteBut I'd bet Salman Rushdie is just about rightUnderneath the black cloud of islamWhat kind of publicity needs so much bloodThat's not for some sad diablical godSelling himself as a two-bit MacbethAs the expect in sentencing cousins to deathAnd what kind of god can this be anywayThat you have to prostrate to him five times a dayWith hate in your heart and a gun in your handIs force the only thing to understandUnderneath the black cloud of islam?And the butchers who've got all this blood on their handsAre the ones who need god to be stood where he standsBlessing this kidnapping, murder and warWith books written hundreds of ages beforeAnd woman in veils walking paces behindDoesn't sit easy in my mindIt speaks of oppression and no other choiceThat rigid compliance with the loudest voiceUnderneath the black cloud of islamYou can put a lead bullet clean through this guitar'cos I'm not overjoyed with the story so farSharing a world with the nutters of godIs as good as being six feet under the sodWords that are written are all here to sayAnd these are the latest there are anywayAnd I am the prophet so don't believe meI'm the same as the old ones expect that I'm freeTo give you a piece of my mind which is thisYou're the worst of jehovas blind witlessnessesWith your feet in the door of the deepest abyssWhich is underneath the black cloud of islam

All the prophets of doomCan always find roomIn a world full of worry and fearTip cigarettesAnd chemistry setsAnd Rudolph, the Red-Nosed ReindeerSo I'm goin' backTo my little ol' shackAnd drink me a bottle of wineThat was mis en bouteilleBefore my birthdayAnd have me a ******' good time

Rain on a tin roof sounds like a drumWe're marchin' for freedom today ...heyTurn on your headlights and sound your hornIf people get in the way

Let me turn you onTo the chromium swanOn the the nose of a long limousineEven hired for the dayIt is somethin' to sayBut what the hell does it mean?I may be accusedOf bein' confusedBut I'm average weight for my heightMy phil-o-so-phyLike color TVIs all there in black and white

RAI ..Rain on a tin roof sounds like a drumWe're marchin' for freedom today ...heyTurn on your headlights and sound your hornIf people get in the way

Darkness at the break of noonShadows even the silver spoonThe handmade blade, the child's balloonEclipses both the sun and moonTo understand you know too soonThere is no sense in trying

Pointed threats, they bluff with scornSuicide remarks are tornFrom the fool's gold mouthpiece the hollow hornPlays wasted words, proves to warnThat he not busy being born is busy dying

Temptation's page flies out the doorYou follow, find yourself at warWatch waterfalls of pity roarYou feel to moan but unlike beforeYou discover that you'd just be one morePerson crying

So don't fear if you hearA foreign sound to your earIt's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing

As some warn victory, some downfallPrivate reasons great or smallCan be seen in the eyes of those that callTo make all that should be killed to crawlWhile others say don't hate nothing at allExcept hatred

Disillusioned words like bullets barkAs human gods aim for their markMake everything from toy guns that sparkTo flesh-colored Christs that glow in the darkIt's easy to see without looking too farThat not much is really sacred

While preachers preach of evil fatesTeachers teach that knowledge waitsCan lead to hundred-dollar platesGoodness hides behind its gatesBut even the president of the United StatesSometimes must have to stand naked

An' though the rules of the road have been lodgedIt's only people's games that you got to dodgeAnd it's alright, Ma, I can make it

Advertising signs they conYou into thinking you're the oneThat can do what's never been doneThat can win what's never been wonMeantime life outside goes onAll around you

You lose yourself, you reappearYou suddenly find you got nothing to fearAlone you stand with nobody nearWhen a trembling distant voice, unclearStartles your sleeping ears to hearThat somebody thinks they really found you

A question in your nerves is litYet you know there is no answer fitTo satisfy, insure you not to quitTo keep it in your mind and not forgetThat it is not he or she or them or itThat you belong to

Although the masters make the rulesFor the wise men and the foolsI got nothing, Ma, to live up to

For them that must obey authorityThat they do not respect in any degreeWho despise their jobs, their destiniesSpeak jealously of them that are freeCultivate their flowers to beNothing more than something they invest in

While some on principles baptizedTo strict party platform tiesSocial clubs in drag disguiseOutsiders they can freely criticizeTell nothing except who to idolizeAnd then say God bless him

While one who sings with his tongue on fireGargles in the rat race choirBent out of shape from society's pliersCares not to come up any higherBut rather get you down in the holeThat he's in

But I mean no harm nor put faultOn anyone that lives in a vaultBut it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him

Old lady judges watch people in pairsLimited in sex, they dareTo push fake morals, insult and stareWhile money doesn't talk, it swearsObscenity, who really caresPropaganda, all is phony

While them that defend what they cannot seeWith a killer's pride, securityIt blows the minds most bitterlyFor them that think death's honestyWon't fall upon them naturallyLife sometimes must get lonely

My eyes collide head-on with stuffedGraveyards, false gods, I scuffAt pettiness which plays so roughWalk upside-down inside handcuffsKick my legs to crash it offSay okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seenThey'd probably put my head in a guillotineBut it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only

So affections fade away,or do adults just learn to playthe most ridiculous repulsive games?all our favorite ruddy sonsand their double-barreled guns,you'd better hurry rabbit,run, run, run.'Cause mincing you is fun,and there's a lot of hungry hattersin this world set on taking it over.But brittle thorny stems,they break before they bend,and neither one of us is one of them

There is still light in the 'Earthly' darkness. Finding light in the darkness can be more satisfying than merely seeing the glaring light of our sun. It gives us a better understanding of light and a deeper understanding of our universe.﻿